My body is empty
My mind is still
Yet my heart aches
I try, but I fail
To make way for the day
Sleep eludes me
Like a playful child
Almost within reach
But forever one step ahead
It dances above me as I lay in my bed
For something so cherished
It knows how to evade
To avoid stepping foot
In the bed that I made
Slumber is cherished
It taunts me from above
Refusing to release
The sleep I so love
If I could just nod off
Many dreams await
But it does not care
For my sleepless state
As the sun rises
My heart sinks
Forever, my long-lost, love
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Sian N. Clutton
A horror and thriller writer at heart, who's recently decided to take a stab at other genres.
I sincerly hope you find something that either touches your soul or scares your socks off.
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